"Miss Han, the young master asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you at home."

It sounds like a normal sentence, but I hear another meaning from Hugo.

Anyone who knows Mo Junhao knows that the so-called "wait" is not just "wait".

It is a price to ask Master Mo to "wait".

His words clearly told her that she had to see him now, otherwise she would bear the consequences.

Han Zhiqing's hand once again involuntarily stroked her lower abdomen, raised her eyes to look at the smile in Hugo's eyes, but at this time she was like Mo Junhao, a little scary.

Sitting on the bed and silent for a moment, she bit her lower lip and nodded to Hugo, "Okay, I'll go see him right away."

As he said that, he walked down from the bed weakly.

"Zhiqing."

Su Zijin grabbed her with some concern.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Han Zhiqing just shook her head gently, gave her a peaceful smile and said:

"I'll face him sooner or later."

After saying this, she lifted her feet and walked out of the ward.

"Miss Han, please get in the car."

Hugo opened the car door. Although he was in an invitation posture, it was obvious that such an invitation was a bit domineering like Mo Junhao.

I guess it was Mo Junhao's order. I was afraid that she would escape, so I asked his assistant to stare at her all the way?

Han Zhiqing laughed in her heart. Can anyone in this world escape from Mo Junhao's palm?

She, Han Zhiqing, would not be so stupid, and would do such a resultless thing.

Without much objection, she got into Hugo's car and followed him to the gate of the Mo family, and walked to the man she loved and feared.

When the Hugo car drove towards the Mo family gate, Han Zhiqing's heart trembled involuntarily again.

Her eyes were frightened toward the car window, but she didn't dare to get out of the car. It was not until the door beside her was opened by Hugo that she forced her to face Mo Junhao.

"Miss Han, the young master is in the room, I'll send you here."

The elegant smile still made Han Zhiqing feel an inexplicable chill.

She looked at Hugo, nodded slightly, then bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and walked straight to Mo Junhao's room.

When she walked to Mo Junhao's door, the door was still hidden. She didn't think too much, so she pushed the door and walked in.

At this time, Mo Junhao was sitting on a swivel chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at her with a long back, but the temperature around her made her feel an indescribable chill.

She couldn't help but tremble for a few times.

Looking at Mo Junhao's back, she lifted her feet, walked closer to him step by step, and then stood behind him.

"Mo Junhao, I'm here."

The tone of calmness that was not at all rhythm sounded from her mouth, as if she had been ready to face all the storms, standing calmly behind him.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mo Junhao's fingertips, which were hanging on the transfer armrest, moved silently twice.

A cold light flashed in the deep blue eyes, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next second, I saw him sitting in the swivel chair and turned around. There was no emotion in his blue eyes, which was completely warm.

When his thin lips were facing Han Zhiqing's calm black eyes, he bent slightly, and his long body stood up in front of Han Zhiqing. His cold aura scared Han Zhiqing involuntarily took a small step back.

The originally calm eyes dodged away from Mo Junhao's sinister and sharp gaze.

"Look at me."

Mo Junhao's faint voice sounded above her head, and the sound of a steady tone was filled with involuntary fear.

She frowned, but still didn't dare to look at Mo Junhao.

"I'll let you look at me!"

Mo Junhao's voice was faintly filled with anger, and his fingertips cruelly clamped her jaw and forced her to look at him.

The eyes were forced to connect with Mo Junhao's blue eyes. In these deep blue eyes that were only lingering in the past, there was nothing but cold and vicious at this time.

"Han Zhiqing, I'll give you a chance to explain now."

The force that pinched her jaw unconsciously increased the force due to the stinging pain in her heart, which made Han Zhiqing subconsciously frown.

"explain!"

A low growl erupted from his mouth.

“Want to know?”

Han Zhiqing finally spoke, with a bit of water mist in her black eyes. She looked at Mo Junhao's cold face and her voice was mute.

She didn't care about the pain from her jaw, because there was no more pain than the pain in her heart.

She looked at Mo Junhao with tears in her smile, and her words were filled with a hint of anger:

"The answer is very simple. He is my child and it has nothing to do with you. Since I have said that everything I did at the beginning was just a deal with you. Then I will bear the price after the deal."

She endured the pain and said this cruelly, to herself, to her children, and to Mo Junhao.

His eyes filled with tears looked at Mo Junhao and smiled bitterly, "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

The force on her jaw tightened again, but she stubbornly made no sound.

Mo Junhao's blue eyes gradually became deeper and darker, and his sharp eyes as if he wanted to pierce Han Zhiqing.

“Satisfied, very satisfied.”

Mo Junhao nodded and smiled coldly, "Miss Han's answer has always made me admire him."

His hand was pulled back from her jaw. The next second, his arm suddenly wrapped around Han Zhiqing's waist and pulled her hard into his arms. The other hand grabbed her slender arm with the sound of being terrible cold-

"However, I have to remind you that he is my Mo family, and it is not the turn of a romantic (harmonious) woman to raise her."

His words were so cruel that they left no room for anything, "I, Mo Junhao's child, I will not let him live with a lowly (harmonious) woman."

The force of pulling her arm increased a little more. He was almost stunned and ignored the pain that flashed in Han Zhiqing's eyes and continued:

"The only thing a romantic woman has to do is know how to please her man on the bed. Now, you have one more task, that is, take good care of my children."

The sinister gaze warned, "If he had a little difference, I would make everyone around you who care about pay for it."

After saying this, he turned Han Zhiqing onto the bed, "Did you hear it clearly? From this moment on, you must stay here without leaving your steps, learn how to be a good love (harmonious) woman, and learn how to be a surrogacy tool!"

All the words that could make Han Zhiqing cut into pieces were almost fully expressed in front of Han Zhiqing.

After throwing off such a lot of words, he didn't look at Han Zhiqing again, lifted his feet and walked out of the room.

He threw the heavy door hard on it, leaving only the echo that hurt the heart that kept stimulating Han Zhiqing's eardrums.

Love (harmonious) women, surrogacy/pregnancy tools...

Han Zhiqing, your identity is getting richer and richer.

She curled up on the bed and closed her eyes in pain. The fatigue that had just returned from the hospital hit her heart.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep in a daze, but her whole body was so cold that she lay on Mo Junhao's big bed, tossing and turning, feeling uncomfortable.

My head was dizzy, my eyelids were blinking and my whole body was trembling with coldness.

In a daze, she reached out and grabbed the quilt on the bed and covered her body, wrapping herself tightly, but she still felt the chill coming up from under her feet.

"So cold...Mo Junhao, I'm so cold..."

In a daze, a weak murmur came from her mouth.

Mo Junhao got downstairs with a dark face. His cold aura scared the servants working downstairs to silence.

Seeing Mo Junhao walking into the living room, he kicked the coffee table in front of him in anger, sat down on the sofa, and growled:

"housekeeper!"

"Young Master."

When the butler heard Mo Junhao call him, he didn't dare to run to Mo Junhao in a slight slightest.

Seeing Mo Junhao pick up the pen, write a bunch of things on the paper, and hand it to the butler's hand, he said coldly:

"Buy these things for me and get the best."

The butler was stunned and took the note handed over by Mo Junhao, which was full of ingredients for nutritious meals. He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded repeatedly.

These things should be bought for Miss Han to make food.

The butler thought in his heart.

He did not dare to neglect and stay for a moment, nor did he dare to hand over the matter to the servant to deal with it. The housekeeper personally took the note and left the mansion.

Mo Junhao leaned on the sofa with a dark face and was irritated. His eyes turned to the room upstairs from time to time. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

"Damn it!"

The fist hit the leather sofa hard, making a dull sound from the sofa.
Chapter completed!